Friday, March 24, 2017

friday, friday, best day of the week

 It was a rowdy Friday.  This girl was here and she was full of energy and ideas.  I had Kari get Curious George going on the TV before she left for school, so we were ready.

As we watched George, the child kept bringing food from the kitchen--chips, bag of granola, gummy bears, so on and so forth.  I gave her a little granola and then hid the bag in the couch. I hid the rest of the food in the couch too.

Soon  the dog realized the couch was full of food and then I had a different problem indeed, fending off a huge, overly-interested puppy.

 The kid also got into the freezer and dumped out sausage crumbles across the kitchen floor, which Elin ate.  Later she bit a bracelet and had beads in her mouth, which I (implored)  made her spit out.  As I was crawling around picking up pearly beads, I realized there were green, what?  Lima beans?  All over the family room floor?

Nope, Edamame.  The dog apparently bit a lot of them, but spit them back out again.  Whee.

Then this--my friend Laurie brought me this from England many years ago.  Or Ireland maybe.  Anyway, it's pretty sturdy, and the grand kids like it.

Except this wild grandchild ripped the whole thatched roof off like a wig!  Tore it right off!

I glued it back on. We persevered.
 These little fake plants she threw on the floor and then shoved the pebbles in her mouth.

 These are the milk bones she dumped on the back steps in the rain.




Julia's mopping up the bottle of glue she somehow got a hold of.  It was up on the cupboard. I used it to glue the thatching back onto the roof of the music box.

 And a pop tart she had to have:
It was fun. She's lively and sassy and turned up at one point without pants.  I asked her where her pants went and she looked at her legs like, "Who knows?"   I asked her if they just popped off, or what? She shrugged.

Later tonight the dog came carrying them from the family room. At least they're found now.

And this, from the end of the day:

Aaron showed up with this beautiful cake.  It's here through some strange coincidence, but what a lovely surprise.

And that's the end of a beautiful Friday in late March.

Love you wild baby,   Grandma

Thursday, March 23, 2017

spring

 Okay, besides having killed an innocent rabbit, she also poops in the sandbox.  We remove it, but still.

Gross.

You're not a cat, Elin.  Knock it off.

However, spring has arrived:


 There you go.

Probably should spray this on my own self.  I have some bad habits that could use a fine spray, though I have never crapped in the sandbox, so that's at least a good thing.

 So I sprayed this to the best of my ability and sprinkled some kind of dust around.

So far, so good.

Welcome, Spring.

We are so happy to see you.   Love forever, Val

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

so, this all went wrong



Yeah.

She grabbed that rabbit and shook it to death, then would not give it up.

Ugh.

Lord Have Mercy.

This was an unexpected and disgusting turn of events.

Good night.


Love, Val

Monday, March 20, 2017

spring, baby

 We went to the lake this weekend and Jay took the chain saw to this tripping hazard stump.

And we had a great day.  Brothers were in a mild pummeling situation on the kitchen floor.  (Mine and Jay's personal highlight of the weekend: As they wrassled each other, something about a sock, Jay  quipped, "I have never seen brothers in fisticuffs before.")

BWAhahahha.

Nevermind.

Oh my goodness, this was a very fun day. It was a little cold and windy, but we made our way to the field and enjoyed the sun there.

We had lunch at a restaurant in town and THREE glasses of water went over, and Dan and Alicia left the meal wet from the spilling, but how predictable--kids and big, giant glasses of water.

A woman named Linda Bobb told me never to put more into a child's cup than I was prepared to mop up off the floor.

This was back in the day where the choice was baby bottles or open tumblers. There were no sippy cups.  There were also no Onesies.  It was undershirts and diapers--separate problems.

The good old days were not that good. Believe me, they sucked.

Anyway.

It was a great day.



I love you crazy babies so darn much.

Love Grandma


Friday, March 17, 2017

st patrick's day, 2017

These girls were in the spirit of the day.

They're up in the woods in Northern Wisconsin at their other grandparents house, but the Leprechauns STILL found them, threw candy around and left a fairly mean note.  They were into it.



At this house the Leprechauns saw the mess in Tim's room, threw candy around in there and  left a rude note.


They used to live for this nonsense, would scream in indignation and howl about how did those darn Leprechauns sneak in and out and not be seen!

But now they're casual.  Glad for candy in any situation, but hardly fired up.  Julia's not a teenager quite yet, but in spirit, entirely.
 Last week I sewed baby blankets for my niece.  I bought new fabric for those, but while I was digging in that closet where the sewing stuff is I was overwhelmed by how much fabric has accumulated in there. Some of it has been there for five or ten years.

So I got inspired and have been sewing blankets this week.   I sewed five more this evening.

 It's a mess, but that's okay.  It's not bothering anyone at this point.  We'll see how far this fabric takes me.
A couple years ago on St. Patrick's Day we went to a hotel in the city where my sales manager was playing jazz with his group.   We took some friends with us, had dinner, and then the night got kind of weird.  

This normally very quiet, dignified hotel bar was swarmed with people coming in off the street, in and out, doors open and cold air blowing through over and over. The crowd was so loud it made it hard to enjoy the music.   Somebody had too much to drink, fell on the slippery stone floor, had a bloody head, and was taken away in an ambulance.   After that we left.

Tonight no such things happened. Maria, Kari, and James had friends here. There was lots of laughing and snacks eaten, but no mayhem.

And that brings us to the end of a very fine St. Patrick's Day.

Love, Val

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

hanging around in the grandparents room









Love you girls, Grandma

pictures from the weekend

It was a great weekend, lots of fun.  This girl was here on Saturday night.
 Tim hasn't felt good:

 These guys played video games for a bit. They love this.
 Sunday we had birthday dinner for James:


 Julia took some pictures:


















Happy Birthday, James.

We all love you very much.

Love Mom and Dad and Everybody